Poems of sorrow, death and immortalityHolt, 1912 |
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... fair , Be this my watchword , this my prayer : Grant me , O Gods , to prize aright Sorrow , since sorrow gives me sight . St. John Lucas [ 18 A FAREWELL FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver No more by thee my ...
... fair , Be this my watchword , this my prayer : Grant me , O Gods , to prize aright Sorrow , since sorrow gives me sight . St. John Lucas [ 18 A FAREWELL FLOW down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver No more by thee my ...
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... fair , To see little Fanny and Langley Lane ; Though Fanny , perhaps , would pray to hear The voice of the friend she holds so dear , The song of the birds , the hum of the street , — It is better to be as we have been , — Each keeping ...
... fair , To see little Fanny and Langley Lane ; Though Fanny , perhaps , would pray to hear The voice of the friend she holds so dear , The song of the birds , the hum of the street , — It is better to be as we have been , — Each keeping ...
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... fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements : Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing . Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully , Gently and humanly ; Not of ...
... fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements : Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing . Touch her not scornfully ; Think of her mournfully , Gently and humanly ; Not of ...
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... REAPER AND THE FLOWERS THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " 3206 " The Despot's Despot "
... REAPER AND THE FLOWERS THERE is a Reaper , whose name is Death , And , with his sickle keen , He reaps the bearded grain at a breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have naught that is fair ? " 3206 " The Despot's Despot "
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" Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their ...
" Shall I have naught that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes , He kissed their ...
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Términos y frases comunes
a-thynkynge angel April April 11 beauty bien biographical data available bird blest bliss Born at London breath bright Carcassonne Christ Christina Georgina Rossetti cloud cross crown dark dead dear death Deutschen Vaterland died at London Dies Iræ doth dream earth England English writer eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers Glorious glory God's grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy Horatius Bonar hour Ist's Jesus JOHN Juxta crucem Lamb of God land light living Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer night November 29 o'er October pain peace Pierre-Jean de Béranger poem prayer present address rest Robert Herrick rose Scotland shadows shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile Song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine Thou art thought voice wandering weary weep WILLIAM wind wings York City
Pasajes populares
Página 3185 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 3450 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Página 3552 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 3541 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: 30 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Página 3265 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Página 3193 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 3288 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página 3298 - And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays.
Página 3468 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 3301 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold, — Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ; And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.